His eyes widened as he realized she had taken off her top and was now bare to the waist.After putting his hand on her breast, she smiled at him and sa...d, "Ed, I hope you're a tit man. I've been working very hard and I hope you like what I've made for you. Do you?He cupped her full breast in his hand and squeezed. When he did, she moaned softly and tried to move even closer to him. "Vangie," he said, "you are simply perfect! I was teasing you but I was serious, too. You're so beautiful no one. He wasn’t perfect, of course. Few men were and almost no man in a comparable situation to Benedict’s ever could be. Judging from the lines beginning to furrow his face and the paunch swelling over his waist, he was a bit older than first appearances suggested, but not excessively so. And he’d farted at the most inopportune moment during the fucking. But then Susan wasn’t expecting to see him after they had breakfast together, which they did, of course, in the hotel suite pushed in on a trolley. When her hands were tied he sat up admiring her work. his hands traveled down her sides and then up her stomache, hands cupping her valumptuose breasts and pinching the hard, erect nipples a bit before climbing off the bike to tie her legs. he put an egg in her underwear, pressed up agianst her clit. it was buzzing low."you are not allowed to cum. you must ask, beg, plead but you may not come without my expressed permission, do you understand slave?" -Maverick announced."yes Sir"- Charlie. On and on they went, until their motion became frenetic and feverish, tiny beads of sweat, like miniature glistening pearls in half-light, forming on their skin. It was as though the two dancers were becoming endless wisps of smoke and colour in motion, curling and moving into and through each other effortlessly. But more than that, they were wild, uninhibited, carefree, abandoned. Nobody could ever stop them, and if anybody tried, they would fail. The two dancers urged each other on and on.